MissConDuck Arts 🦆
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🚫 AI NOT WELCOME HERE SHOO 🚫 Call me Ducky || games, anime, art | Multifandom Strgl_TWTs | aspiring artist! | Pilipino debuff real | user is lvl 25+ | #DuckArting | #DuckOCLore | #xiv_OC | #DuckOCArt | #DuckMayCry | #379shipping
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missconduck.bsky.social
aYY new year new pinned (ignore the fact that I only got around to this in April 2025 aight)

Call me Ducky pls, i do draw, write, scream and struggle tweets. Interests might change WILDLY don't expect coherency here ✌️

Important Links Below ⤵️
the user's artist intro piece, featuring their 'sona (online persona) in the middle, and text around them. Header reads "call me ducky", whilst the other textboxes goes like; 

" Pilipino artist (concept art, fanarts, incoherent doodles, OCs). Gender who? Let's not worry about that. Professional confused meow meow, always eepy, zoomies at what o'clock. God's slowest drawer. Apparently I write too, wao. ('sona is not 1:1 reflection of artist btw. Don't be weird.)" 

the next text box lists the artist major interests, which is Devil May Cry, Fairy Tail, Honkai: Star Rail, AFK Journey, and Final Fantasy. 

lastly, the final textbox lists the artist's links for Artistree, Bluesky (BSKY), Ko-Fi and Cara
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missconduck.bsky.social
okay one last comm opening until December (or probably until January actually lmao) !!! Get Them While They're Here!!

Bust (3 slots)
Halfbody (2 slots)

order this way -> artistree.io/missconduck
sample art (bust) sample art  (halfbody)
missconduck.bsky.social
trying to convince myself that the earlier i rest, the earlier i can get back to drawing blorbos lmao
missconduck.bsky.social
*-knocks out in 2 seconds flat-*
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wakingnaturally.bsky.social
holding this last snippet out like a little treat to convince you to read my dark knight knifeplay fanfiction. this concept will be sticking to wrensid i fear.
The room is as silent as a cathedral when he rests his fingertips - worn leather without the steel that covers his wrists - on her lower lip. The bit of light streaming over her face is broken into vibrant blues. His shadow closes in like shelter.
"Whatever you think you are," he says slowly, entirely devoted to the sight of her tongue grazing his glove, "I know you. What you're feeling, what you want me to make you feel." He learns in, so close that the point of his horn pricks into the hollow of her collarbone.
Twelve, that little burst of pain, his voice reverberating through her. She shudders at the overwhelming sensation frissioning outward from that point.
"You want me to take the hero apart? Fine, I'm familiar enough with what's beneath."
missconduck.bsky.social
..... actually i have another Dissigacha comment

i TOTALLY would wear whatever the fuck Zidane and Prompto is wearing
missconduck.bsky.social
.......... i mean to finish a comm tonight but.

im so fucking. sleepy lmao.
missconduck.bsky.social
god i miss V so much my man who is one stiff breeze away from flying away like dandelion fluff
missconduck.bsky.social
me, while watching shf playthrough: Vergil should have a Silent Hill Arc
me:
Me: wait that's literally just Visions of V
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coerthantorment.bsky.social
Can I. Can I ask for a little help to cover my fare for my appointment in 8 hours? I'm reeling from how much Grab ate into the money I set aside for this /just/ bc of heavy rains

$15-20 should do; I want to also go to a govt agency to apply for disability tomorrow.

ko-fi.com/xemnenas
Buy elio abdullah a Coffee
Become a supporter of elio abdullah today!
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liefygreens.bsky.social
Heyo #PortfolioDay ! 💜✨

I'm Lief, a trans man from Canada, and I love painting fantasy / ttrpg art (especially elves, wizards, and queer characters)! I'm open for personal and commercial work, and I have a #Patreon for character portraits!

🌙 patreon.com/liefygreens
🪄 liefygreens.carrd.co
A digital rendered illustration of two autumn eladrin posing, looking at the viewer, one laying their head and hands on top of the other's. They are mine and my friend's original characters. They are both pale-skinned with orange hair and beards. Accolon (top) has golden eyes with black sclera and Estel (bottom) has green eyes with white sclera. They are both covered in golden jewelry. Estel has flowers in his hair and wears a burgundry v-neck top and autumnal makeup. Accolon has a green to black gradient around their eyes, on their arms, and at their ears. The background is indicative of a tavern. A rendered digital illustration of two original characters kissing. One is a pale-skinned firbolg with long, beaded brown hair and hooves wearing a large brown coat and blue embroidered cardigan. He is leaning down dramatically to kiss his partner, a dark blue-skinned elf with chitinous armour and tight, dark clothing. They also have gold markings on their upper arms and face, and they stand on their tip toes to kiss the firbolg. They both stand on a well-worn path in a flower field in early spring, snow still melting, with green trees on the horizon. A rendered digital painting of two men as a study of Springtime (Pierre Auguste Cot). One man is a scruffy tan-skinned human with pulled up black hair, and the other is an elegant, pale autumn eladrin with flowing red hair with flowers in it. A rendered digital portrait of a blue-skinned fairy with a long blue mullet and blue morpho-inspired wings. They are smiling widely at the viewer. They have dark blue/purple moth-like antennae, white whiskers, and a spectral white unicorn horn. They have freckles and a pink blush across their cheeks. The background is a dark purple to gold gradient, with the gold centred around the character's head.
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fluoxetinehcl.bsky.social
Oh! It's #portfolioday !
I'm Fluo!
I love to draw things that I love 💕
My commissions are also open for waitlist! 💕

#fluodraws
missconduck.bsky.social
THEY DID THE DRAGOON PERCH- yeah okay honest;y that would've caught me too 😩 KAINSTINIEN TOO STRONG.......
missconduck.bsky.social
look

my vision is poor and i was looking at silent hill f on the other half of the screen 😭
missconduck.bsky.social
we get a free Estinien with our Kain let's fucking goooooooooooooooooooo
missconduck.bsky.social
i have no comment on the Dissigacha except when i saw Kain i was like "ESTINIEN?!" but

no. that's Kain. as someone who played Duodecim before, shame on me for not recognizing the guy smh
missconduck.bsky.social
almost done with one comm but let me just

get snackies
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marmaruu.bsky.social
Hello #portfolioday !!

I’m Marwa, aka MarMar! An Illustrator, animator and Graphic designer based in Algeria 🇩🇿 💕
I love incorporating intricate details in my works, inspired by my heritage and everything Flora 🌿

Currently delving in game design

📧 [email protected]
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faerieliights.bsky.social
Happy #PortfolioDay!! 🩵🎊
I'm Fae, an artist with a love for TTRPGs and OCs, and therefore drawing them!

My commissions are currently OPEN!! Prices are listed on my site 🌿

✨ Email: [email protected]
✨ Site: faerieliights.carrd.co
✨ Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/faerieliights
A full body illustration of st4rryred's oc, Sumire, sitting in a chair with his feet up on a desk beside him as he reads a book titled "World's Best Jokes". Stacks of books lay around him on the floor and on the desk, and he's reading with a studious expression. A headshot of my fairy oc, Chiro. She's got light yellow skin with pink and purple markings, as well as sparkles on her skin. Her curly hair is split between pink and white on either side. Vere from the visual novel Touchstarved is kneeling behind my oc Genesis, brushing his long hair. Genesis is sitting cross legged, eyes closed. Vere's long fox tail is resting off to the side. Kuras from the visual novel Touchstarved with one hand pushing back his hair from his forehead and the other sort of collecting the rest of his hair over his shoulder. He's looking at the viewer with a smile. Two pairs of white wings are shapes behind him.
missconduck.bsky.social
lrp THAT GENESIS HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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weenwem.bsky.social
#ffvii #crisiscore
Genesis Rhapsodos
Activating LOVELESS Mode

I found my old PSP and played Crisis Core for a bit :)
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k2noeart.bsky.social
一応ここら辺の絵も同じ世界でのお話 #oc #ocsky #art #sketch #一次創作 #K2NoE/oc_BlueAmber
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k2noeart.bsky.social
Hello #PortfolioDay ! I’m K2NoE.

I love drawing original characters — from cute to cool, and everything in between. Right now, I’m slowly building a new world and the people who live in it. If you enjoy what you see, I’d be happy if you join me in watching that world grow.
The white-haired figure gazes intently at a pebble held up to the light.

~ Nazarc’s Treasures ~

At the edge of the outpost or on the way back from a mission, Nazarc will sometimes halt mid-step. Then, with scar-scored fingertips, he gently lifts the small fragments that have resonated in his heart.

a cracked stone that had fallen beside the rubble heap of an old quarry

a frayed cord snagged on the window frame of a ruined house

a chipped button that had rolled across the floor of the outpost’s scrap yard, etc.

Every one of them is nicked, clotted with mud or rust, worn to uselessness and cast aside— the sort of thing that, if a Root-hand on cleaning duty were the one to stoop for it, would go straight into the bin.

To him, though, each is a precious treasure, a shard of his heart. After so long with his voice pared away and his self sealed shut, these are the feelings he has at last managed to hold.

Today again, he takes the treasures he has gathered from a cloth pouch, spreads them across the floor, and arranges them. From time to time he lifts one to the day’s last light pouring through the window, lets a small sound hum deep in his throat to confirm, “I am still here today,” and finds a quiet ease.

— from the private notebook of Crusheed Roque, First-Rank Harvester, Dawn Ash Outpost. A person with their hair tied back gazes at the paper in their hand, deep in thought.

『 The Duty of Reporting 』

Upon returning from a mission, purge the impure miasma into ashes and calm your spirit.

Then take up your brush and inscribe that day's mission onto paper while your memory remains vivid.

Four things must be recorded. This is the form of those who live within the ranks.

【Basic Information】 Date/Time, Rank, Name

【Location】       Coordinates, Terrain, Weather

【Flower Type】    Known or Mutated, Appearance of Outer Shell/Core, Success/Failure of Harvest

【Chant Used】    Name, Number of Times Used, Duration, Presence of Backlash

But what is truly important is the “insight” added afterward. The wind's shift, the earth's rumble, changes in light or scent...

Each is but a small echo, yet layered together they trace the soundscape of the 〈Flower〉, becoming knowledge that reaches future ears.

If someone's chant ceases during a mission, those remaining bear the duty to record their final moments.

Their death becomes a stone step in the array, a sturdy foothold preventing those who follow from falling into the same depths.

Reports are not prayers, yet piled high, they come to resemble them.

Record today, to sustain tomorrow.

― Words of a certain new recruit trainer, the Seed Keeper, of the Dawn Ash Outpost. The person with tied-up hair and the person with white hair each enjoy the first dish they try at the food stall in their own way.

『 At the Corner Stall 』

Sitting down on a sun-worn wooden chair, the scent of spices rose from the dish before him and tickled his nose. 

On the plate were roughly served potatoes with skin, a stew of beast meat, and a skewer grilled red. 

Nazarc awkwardly picked up the skewer, eyed the meat for a moment, then bit into it—

only to stop, his brow tightening. 

Perhaps the meat was tougher than he expected, or he simply didn’t know how to eat it

he adjusted his grip on the skewer with his teeth still in the meat. 

“Too tough for you?”

Crusheed asked, sliding some potatoes into a flatbread and glancing sideways.

No reply came, though the silence between them was nothing unusual.

“Pull the skewer out as it is.”

After a pause, Nazarc gave a small rumble in his throat,

then tugged the meat free in one motion and chewed with a dead-serious face. 

Watching him, Crusheed  took a bite of his own bread— 

a sharp, burning spice stung his nose, making his brow furrow.

“…That’s… pretty hot.”

From beside him came a faint throat sound again, as if in quiet agreement.